The Fish

Why's everybody getting their kids in blackface?!

Wildly inappropriate for the little'un to black up for a spot of manual labour. Can only assume that was your decision.

Used to live with a Jewish lass who worked at 'Gentleman's club'. We called her the Gaza Stripper.

fugeddaboudit

Is he the worst? I might be biased, contrary or just wrong, but I think there's a player in S.Longstaff who could surpass Shelvey and Willock. He's got better mobility than the former and a better range of passing than the latter. I think he needs coaching, for sure, but I don't think he's doomed to the scrap heap just yet. We could absolutely buy better than him, but I think he's a better option from the bench than Shelvey, at least.

From what I've read there's an element of injury that meant he preferred to stay at Newcastle and receive treatment, rather than go abroad (which was his most likely option). Also, there is proof he's a footballer. Loads of proof. but is there a particular characteristic that you don't like about him? Is there a reason you haven't taken to him? Really, anything comes into sir's mind?

Go and look at the most likely outcomes wherever you fancy and you’ll find only one piss-wet-through gobshite was predicting Newcastle would only get points (not necessarily a win btw) against Norwich in April. You said 1-3pts, we got 12! Twelve, CT. A dozen!

We’d be right. Basically, Everton need 2 wins more than Burnley or Leeds. I can’t see that happening. They might get a couple of wins from their final 5, but so will Leeds and Burnley.

Leisure Suit Larry

My lad is all right most of the time, starting to get a bit more willful but he's, on the whole, not yet tempting me to dropkick him over the fence.

He's closer to 3 than 2. But yes, he's two until he turns three.

It's all right, over on RTG Grumpy Old Man is saying how this is not as bad as it looks. And because it's positive, it's true. Anything else would be mag-like behaviour.

Need to start wearing Stone Island and a cap pushed way back on my head.

3 at the end of June.

At least it's the North of the middle. The muffin top, if you will.

In the fucking Night Garden.

Soft? Yes Midlands? Questionably Drinking? absolutely La La, I won't refute that SHANDY? I will knife fight you, right now!

You don't have to fucking tell me mate. I was fucking all for doing the fucking whole thing over fucking Teams (like we do every fucking day) but OhhhhhHHhh fucking NooOooOOooo we had to have an in-fucking-person Team Day. Where we fucking dick about with fucking quizzes and fucking Paddington fucking Bear fucking treasure fucking hunts around fucking Little Venice for two fucking hours. ....fucking

Yeah, he didn't upset me at all. No surprise it's the bed wetters who're most dramatic though.

Was down in London Wednesday night and yesterday. Finish a meeting and dart from Paddington to Euston just in time to get in my seat for the 18:20 back up North. I've got settled, plugged in my phone etc when there's an announcement that there's a delay due to an incident on the line. 5 minutes later all trains to Manchester are cancelled for the foreseeable. I go to Kings Cross jump on a PACKED Sheffield bound train, manage to get a seat but have to endure a couple of pissed up FreeMasons on one table and a very chatty Yorkshireman on another. Both tables within earshot, neither pause for fucking breath for two fucking hours. Then, just as we're pulling into Sheffield at 22:00, all Manchester bound trains are cancelled. Fuck this, says I, and get an Uber home. Finally get into bed at midnight, at which point the wife asks if I could get her some water. 4 and a half hours after getting to sleep I'm woken up by my little lad, who gives absolutely zero fucks about how tired his dad is. I've logged in for hero points, but am I fuck doing any fucking work today.

Cool kids want to be outlaws, not Sheriffs.

3 minutes in and he hasn't mentioned PpDA, trequartista, mezzala, segundo volante, so I'm out.